And thus, from day to day, she wonders on.
Howe’er she can—she dresses gaily yet,
And then she wonders how they came in debt.
Her husband loves her, and in accent mild
Answers, and treats her like a fretted child;
But when he, ruffled, makes severe replies, }
And seems unhappy—then she pouts, and cries 110}
“She wonders when she’ll die!”—She faints, but never dies. }
“How well my father lived!” she says.—“How well,
My dear, your father’s creditors could tell!”